Condiments 1; Kali 0
So, I had to leave for work at 7:30am-ish. (This is slightly worse when you consider that I don't get back until 8:30pm-ish, so that's a LONG ass day.)
Anyway, I made it to work, graded, sat through meeting, taught two classes, did some more work, left for home. On my way out, I cut through the Student Union, which is sort of a short cut through campus. I'm walking through the halls, and then suddenly - MUSTARD. EVERYWHERE.
A kid had got some food from the cafe, and was carrying one of those little condiment containers? The ones that come with the lids? Only his was unlidded, and he tripped and fell scattering french fries and MUSTARD. Did I mention everywhere?
ALL OVER MY SHIRT AND PANTS AND EVERYTHING.
I had to then embark on my two hour commute home, soggy and damp and fucking yellow. I looked like someone had vomited the Yellow Brick Road all over me.
The look I gave him probably had to be seen to be believed. He's lucky he wasn't one of my students. I'm not sure I could've resisted saying, "NEXT TIME PUT A LID ON IT. THE GRADE YOU SAVE COULD BE YOUR OWN."
Then I missed my bus. And then, when I finally got to the subway, the turnstile wasn't functioning, and I had to hop my yellow ass over it. WHAT THE FUCK.
My shirt is a disaster (the vinegar, dish soap combo recommended by the internet was only marginally helpful) and I still can't believe this happened.
WHAT THE HELL, YEAR? SRSLY 2009, WHAT THE FUCK?
And all I hear in my head is, "~They got the mustard out!~... NOT"
Anyway, I made it to work, graded, sat through meeting, taught two classes, did some more work, left for home. On my way out, I cut through the Student Union, which is sort of a short cut through campus. I'm walking through the halls, and then suddenly - MUSTARD. EVERYWHERE.
A kid had got some food from the cafe, and was carrying one of those little condiment containers? The ones that come with the lids? Only his was unlidded, and he tripped and fell scattering french fries and MUSTARD. Did I mention everywhere?
ALL OVER MY SHIRT AND PANTS AND EVERYTHING.
I had to then embark on my two hour commute home, soggy and damp and fucking yellow. I looked like someone had vomited the Yellow Brick Road all over me.
The look I gave him probably had to be seen to be believed. He's lucky he wasn't one of my students. I'm not sure I could've resisted saying, "NEXT TIME PUT A LID ON IT. THE GRADE YOU SAVE COULD BE YOUR OWN."
Then I missed my bus. And then, when I finally got to the subway, the turnstile wasn't functioning, and I had to hop my yellow ass over it. WHAT THE FUCK.
My shirt is a disaster (the vinegar, dish soap combo recommended by the internet was only marginally helpful) and I still can't believe this happened.
WHAT THE HELL, YEAR? SRSLY 2009, WHAT THE FUCK?
And all I hear in my head is, "~They got the mustard out!~... NOT"